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LOOK!! IT’S GUS!! Only my names not actually Gus, as I’ve mentioned before. This is a band I started with my friend Cody. If you can see this, you should reblog n’ stuff.
A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.
Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:
I don’t know who any of these folks are.
They were tourists I presume.
But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.
"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."
There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.
The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”
One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.
There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”
"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’
Those bitches making peace signs, those frat fucks completely covering the body.. this is beyond fucked up.
Hi. Today is my XXth birthday, and as per every birthday, I am deeply depressed. Just today; tomorrow i go back to my shitty 4 am job and all will be well with the world again, etc.
Thing is, in my state of self disgust, I was noticing that I have 23 followers. Mind Tissue has 23 subscribers. Meaning that, realistically, 23 people could be reading this. I know that is not true, but it could be. But since I quit tumblr (and i use the word “quit” very loosely here), I can only assume that nobody is aware that I’m still here. Which is okay, I may have brought that upon myself. I don’t know what I’m talking about, I want to kill myself.
This is why Gus doesn’t drink when hes sad.
yeeeeeeah….. That previous post? That video I posted? Totally my band. Totally me singing ‘n shit. Why did I post it here? Who knows.
"i don’t watch tv" proudly says a person who spends 8 hours a day on the internet